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help, but Harry assured me he had it all under

control. He had a couple of dads coming along.
It was late fall, and the weather was always

unpredictable. It could change from sunny to

raining and snowing with no sign it was coming.
When the boys loaded up late on a Friday

afternoon, there was not a cloud in the sky. But by

the time they had hit the mountains a couple of
hours away, a deluge was coming out of the sky

that would have made Noah quiver. I couldn’t help

but wonder how the scouts were doing as I lay in

my nice, warm bed that night.
On Saturday, I had meetings all day, so I

could not check on them. On Sunday, I didn’t even

have to ask how it all went as I looked at Harry.
His already receding hairline was far more receded,

and his eyebrows were nonexistent. He still

smelled of soot and singed hair, even though I’m

sure he had tried to shower it away. I casually
asked him how it went.

He spoke in broken sentences, seemingly

only half coherent. “Couldn’t get a fire started.
One dad had a can of gas in his truck. Thought

we’d try it. Didn’t think it could hurt. Just a little

gas. Didn’t mean to catch the whole can on fire!
Burned down the scout tent and all the supplies.

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